Loner poet

The heavy weight I carry

Day by day I trudge and push on

Trying my best to balance the weight

But I stumble I fall and falter with each step

My body is strong but my will is weak

My Faith is steady and firm but my mind a storm

My heart is restless but my soul is close to peace

Its so easy to put down my burden and walk away

But at what price do I receive this bliss

Is there anyone who would notice that one atom missing

In this hopeless storm there is no help coming

I'm stranded and alone in a prison of my design

The pain and sorrow I carry outweighs the happiness 

Why do we mistake worldly things for true happiness 

Faith in such foolish things make you falter your steps 

I see the edge as I walk along the wayside

How easy  it is to go into the welcoming arms of the abyss 

The line between true peace and eternal damnation is thin

But to walk amongst the living is hard an uncertain 

Many think the darkness is better than the light

I have walked both paths and its all the same

There is no escape from your burden or sorrows

Am I doomed to continue on this earth in agony

Or is there a silver lining waiting somewhere for me

Comments3

  • Accidental Poet

    I've heard it said that happiness is a choice we make. And having faith has a learning curve that can make you or break you. Somewhere along the way, I learned to never give up trying. You're young, and you write with a passion that can help steer you in the direction you want to go. Get up everyday and give it your best. That my friend you can be proud of. AP

  • Goldfinch60

    That silver lining is there every day when you awake into a new day, it always is for me and I have seen many, many new days.

    Andy

  • L. B. Mek

    here, within this write of solace, is a perfect example of how universally penetrating poetry can potentially be, excavating deep
    within those quite corridors of those thought's we fear to address, knowingly
    and opening possibility's bridge to introspection-fuelled better understanding of ourselves
    as a mirror to opportunity's window for realisation pillars of our self-worth..
    a great read, penned with sincerity of unflinching veracity



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